do you know, do you know
it was love from the first time we touched
“I love you. I knew that I liked you from the moment you stopped me on the staircase and asked me what was going on. I turned around and you looked so innocent, that I knew you didn’t go to the school. I didn’t mind though. You were too cute to turn in. I answered your question and was suddenly nervous for this performance. I’ve never been nervous for a performance since I joined the Warblers, but suddenly my heart was racing and my hands were clammy. If you noticed that, you didn’t say anything, which I appreciated. I took your hand and I felt this…spark, if you’ll excuse the cliché. Right then I knew. I knew that you were going to be someone special. I took you to the performance and I gave it my best. You seemed to like it, which relieved me. We grew closer, and you were always there, and every time I saw you I wanted to tell you how much I liked you, but I knew that I had to be patient, because it seemed you needed a friend more than you needed a boyfriend. I even tried to distract myself. Do you remember Sebastian? I know you probably don’t want me bringing him up. I didn’t really like him. I just thought if I tried to force it on someone else, I would forget about my feelings for you. It didn’t work, of course. And then you took me to that coffee place we like so much and you ordered coffee for the both of us and you made the When Harry Met Sally reference, and I knew. I knew that I really liked you. It took me forever to ask you out, and I know that it must have frustrated you, because you said ‘well, it took you long enough!’ and then you said yes. And then we kissed, and I knew right there that I loved you. And even through all our fights, when you broke up with me right before our one-year anniversary, and then asked me back out again a month later, saying you wanted to try again, or when you shouted at me because you were afraid of falling in love, I loved you. When you took me to your mom’s grave the week before our two-year anniversary, I felt so honored. You said you had never taken anyone else there before, and I turned to you, and I told you I loved you. Do you remember that? It was the first time I had told you that. And you told me you loved me too. And then, I realized I didn’t want to spend my life with anyone else. I wanted to spend it with you. And that’s why I brought you here tonight. I love you so much, Kurt Hummel. I will always love you, through thick and thin, sickness and health, and everything else that could possibly be thrown our way. I love you, and I can’t imagine life without you. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” The knock on the door startled Blaine, and he jumped slightly, turning towards the closed door. “Blaine? Are you almost ready? We’re going to miss our reservation.” Blaine couldn’t help but smile as he heard Kurt’s voice through the door. “Yeah, almost. Just a second, I’ll be right out.” He turned back towards the mirror, exhaling and adjusting his tie. He could do this. He checked for the small black box, making sure it was securely in his pocket, before turning and walking out into the hallway, joining his boyfriend. “What took you so long?” Kurt asked, smiling at him with amusement twinkling in his eyes. “Just practicing something.” Blaine replied, returning Kurt’s smile with one of his own, lacing their fingers together. Kurt said nothing, just squeezed his hand as he led him out the front door.
You don’t need to practice. Kurt thought, glancing up at Blaine with another small smile. I’m going to say yes.
